The Stairs Hit Hard — текст песни (Coretta Scott)

Rose my hand an itch to satisfy
But my hand had changed shape into a knife
Abigail in a dream with a sheath coming to save me

Don`t cry for me
(Begging you to stop momma`s crying on the floor)
It`s just what it takes
(We are the wretched that keep our fists closed)
To be happy
(Swear to god I`ll never be like him)
Or to not feel so alone
(Swear to god I`ll never be like him)

Had a little jar he`d keep the new and dead ants in
Shake that shit and pout, do something stupid thing, do something at all
Never seems like a fair fight
Daddy`s one to his song`s every third stride
Not coming home tonight, I`m not coming home